Dear Liza,
Pink has never been my color. As I have told you before, it was always mentioned as “The Girl’s Color” in a derisive sort of way that made sure it would never be “my” color.
But Portland has changed my mind about that. In Spring, pink becomes the power color. The color of pollination, of getting things done. And it is breathtaking.
The bees, butterflies, and birds love the pinks! They flit and hop around, making sure we see their colors, too.
So, though I may still not wear pink, I love it. It is bright and full of life, and will always, now, remind me of spring in Portland.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 